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18:365 – All My Girlfriends Are Gettin’ Married

My Facebook friends list is full of names I don’t know these days. It’s not because I like to add random people I’ve never met, because I don’t; it’s because all my friends keep getting freakin’ married!

Apparently I know a Mrs. Eustis, a Mrs. Montanero, a Mrs. Silva, a Mrs. Moody, and a Mrs. Hare. When the heck did I join a garden club? And it’s just going to get worse, too, after all the ladies who are blinging up my news feed with photos of their fancy new left-hand ice seal the deal as well.

My dear cousin (Mrs. Hare) just capped off her first month of wedded bliss yesterday. I was nothing short of honored to be part of her wedding, and I couldn’t be happier for both her and her Mr. BUT IT’S STILL WEIRD.

I’ve got another dear cousin getting married this time next year too. When I found out one of her high school friends had recently gotten hitched as well, I asked her, “Why’s everyone all getting married and stuff?” She told me, “Because we are getting old and have been with the same person forever.” Totally unsatisfying answers, but I suppose it’s half true. She has been with her man forever. Something like six years. SIX YEARS. By today’s standards, that’s a successful marriage!

But I don’t think we’re old yet. Not old enough to turn into our parents anyway!

It’s tricky to decide how old is “old enough” to get married. You definitely don’t want to be one of those girls who gets married right out of high school. Those are the girls you see at Wal Mart years down the road, hair wrangled back into a limp ponytail, toting at least two grubby little kids who are making a scene for candy and toys. Which is not to offend anyone who may have gotten married out of high school and gone on to be happy and successful in every endeavor. You just have to understand the high school I went to…

The students who attend this particular institution of learning come from five different towns, each with a different economic situation, so you end up with a pretty wide spectrum of classmates. There are the kids from affluent neighborhoods who grew up in beautiful houses with views of a glittering harbor… and there are those who grew up in the sticks and pooped in a hole out back. After graduation the former will go to expensive colleges, Harvard and Brown… at the very least, University of Maine in Orono. The latter get married and procreate. Not necessarily in that order.

So at what point has the line been crossed so that when someone says “Oh, you’re getting married?” they say it with genuine excitement and not just judgment?

It’s starting to get a little blurry for me. The camps (divided into “Married Ladies I Love and Respect” and “Married Ladies Who Are Idiots and Just Wanted to Have a Wedding”) are evening out which is distressing. WHY IS EVERYONE (my marathoning cousin who has been waiting 6 years and counting notwithstanding) IN SUCH A HURRY. If my wedding day is going to be the happiest day of my life, and if that is that day that I am going to look the best I’ll ever look, I do not want that day to have come and gone before I’ve even decided what I want to be when I grow up!!

But… you know… if you’re cool with peaking at 21… then that’s cool with me too =) Mazel tov.

Today’s Reading: Salt and Battering at the State Fair of Texas :: Eatocracy – because it’s true.